A Short Break from Midterm Madness

-shirking any sorority duties to work work work

-there’s a wind/ice storm outside my window and I NEED TO GO TO THE GYM, havent been in quatre jours and now I’m a double whale, catch me at sea world if these shenanigans keep up till spring break

-FINALLY BOOKED MIAMI- to be a weird tipsy little snowflake amongst the beautifully bronzed and exotically featured 

-Want to go out tonight- craving pasta, a chick flick, and some reading. However if going out is acceptable in pajamas, I will do this. I have also been away from any testosterone for 3 weeks- so my options are 

A. get off my ass and throw on some face/clothes for barworthy shananigans

B. wait till tomorrow to see self obsessed greek god

C. search for cuddle buddy ad on craigslist and hope its not an obese old serial killer, or any one of those three

D. go the fuck to sleep, and wakeup early to have a productive day filled with progress,laundry, gym, work AND bars

E. adopt a puppy

F. drop out of school and become a stripper

-still on a shameful/less? country binge, although cooling down after the possible forever departure of the down home derelict

to the cut! don’t read if you hate emotions, are the “I told you so” friend, and/or don’t have patience for incessant blathering.

aka my own personal game show of “did you deploy or are you just an asshole?” Hosted by Summer Sanders!(Figure it Out) I don’t think he lied…but if you were with-ish somebody wouldnt you want to keep in touch? Or was it too much to think about? Or was this just a slip of crazy and you decided I’m too good for you or whatever “bad boys” typically say to nice blonde little sorority girls when theyve dramatically jumped ship before things get trop serieuse mistakenly confusing martyrdom with douchebaggery. Thanks for my oscar worthy movie moment though, either way. I feel we both gave smashing performances.

  You’ve told me to never doubt you, and questioned why I’m so neurotic(aka the giant billboard on your chest reading “you’re the only east coast jew I’ve ever known!”) when you say I should trust.  you.  (a contrived phrase for the ages) because you’ve been “emotionally open”, but you know what? Neuroses do come with reason….and if and when you keep our date for when you return/”return”, I want a damn good explanation or you can find me on the front porch like one of those angry country betches from our many audible road trip past the Mason Dixon. (but instead of the 6 pack & a shot gun; could we do my east coast style of vodkacranz and passive aggression?) 

-I despise lack of conclusions

- time to go back to real things! that will get me graduated out of this tundrosity!

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